When these discussions were over Sergei grunted and winked at Sonetka.
"Ah, my Katerina Lvovna," said he, embracing her as he mounted the steps of the halting-station, "there's no woman like her in the whole world, comrades."
"Katerina Lvovna blushed and became breathless with happiness.
At night, as soon as the door opened quietly, she jumped up; trembling she groped for Sergei with her hands in the dark corridor.
"My Katia," whispered Sergei embracing her.
"Oh, my own rascal," answered Katerina Lvovna through her tears, pressing her lips to his.
The guard walked about the corridor stopping to spit on his boots and went on again, the tired convicts snored on the other side of the doors, a mouse gnawed a feather under the stove, the crickets vied with each other in their loud chirps, and Katerina Lvovna still enjoyed her bliss.
But ecstasies tire and the inevitable prose has its turn.
"I'm in deadly pain. Right from the ankle to the knee it gnaws my bones," complained Sergei sitting with Katerina Lvovna on the floor in the corner of the corridor.
"What's to be done, Serezhenka?" she asked, nestling under the skirts of his coat.
